Thirty years ago today
I spent most of Saturday trying to reach Nancy by looking up the last names of her friends in the phone book and calling the numbers. That evening I went up to her place to get some of my stuff although Nancy and my child weren't there.
It wasn't fair. I only wanted to be with my daughter. Nancy shouldn't have taken advantage of our child's biological dependence on her to the child's and my disadvantage. She needed to have a father no matter how Nancy felt about me.
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